This is a song about "Beating you up"

30 chains on, bet the light work

Beating chatter, your peak is shattered

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

Untill my heart stop beating up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Im beating rappers daily

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Your so damn soft,thats why im sleeping on you,might go into a coma and still be beating on you

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

I can hear your heart over beating

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Attest respect cause i illuminate the way with the myriad of a maze

So i infect my brain with direct insane pain, beating you till there's no remains